Photography
Four collections, 245 frames, cut down from about four thousand. Grouped by what the pictures are doing, not where they were taken. The cities are in the captions.
New York, Frankfurt, Switzerland
My Friends, The Strangers
I ask. It takes a sentence and about forty seconds, and the frame I keep is almost always the one right after they stop posing. Available light, no setup, nothing borrowed from a studio.
78 frames →
New York, Miami, Frankfurt
I Was There
I do not chase pictures. I find a frame that already works, the light, the lines, the gap between two buildings, and I stand there until somebody walks into it. Some of these took forty minutes. That is the part nobody photographs.
80 frames →
New York, Switzerland, Chicago
Towards the Light
I meter for the bright opening and let the person go to a shape. You lose the face, the clothes, whatever they are carrying. What is left is the walk, and that is almost always the stronger picture.
85 frames →
New York
Sabotage
Thirteen frames where something in the picture refuses to take it seriously. A parrot takes the shoulder. Spider-Man goes up a pole. A bulldog gets the window seat. None of it was arranged, and none of it is the picture I thought I was taking.
13 frames →